 It smelled of cheap gin, like my cafe tambourine after a hard night. It came from somebody bending over me. Get up, monsieur, before they find you. Where are they? Searching the brush on the other side of the sand dune. Up with you now! Where are we going? To my hut, only a little way. Allez, monsieur, allez! Somehow she got me to her hut and dropped me on a cot.